thirty-four and still kicking ass

(sorry for the lowercase, i'm on a weird computer. aka my computer.)this was it. my nephew's eighth birthday. the party held at a trampoline gym a hundred miles east of new york city. here was the plan: i was going to KILL it out there. the long island gentry, young and old, would stand back, agape, as i flipped and spun. i was going to do a front tuck, then back tuck, then something dynamic. everyone was going to die over my abilities. "oh, what? yeah. i used to be a gymnast. yep. career-ending injury doing a full on the floor. oh, it's all right. it happens. i was ready for a change. yeah, yeah, it was time for camus and sartre and kierkegaard, 'everything must be doubted'... right, right."i literally fantasized about it for weeks in advance. but in the end i bounced a few times, to get my bearings, did a rather sad straddle toe-touch thingand tried to double bounce josh (fail, he looked at me like: what the--) then i basically had the whistle blown in my earsignaling it was time to crawl off. upon return to solid ground i realized my knee was throbbing (1996 ACL tear) and i felt, um, i felt like a loser from hell. josh didn't even offer his trademark "sweetie, you did great!" or anything. in the party room i pretty much wolfed down a piece of pizza and a hefty slice of ice cream cake. which i can't stand.except for that chocolate crunch stuff. and i tried to get a six-year-old to play with me. he seemed into it at first, but quickly realized i was a crashing bore. later, at home, i watched the golden globes, nursed the baby to sleep, and worked on a crossword. when everyone in the house was asleep i stared out the giant patio doors into the giant dark yardand just as i was fading underwater27-down came to meand all was saved.January 12 2014

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